Threepeat:Secrets: Book Three

By: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Secrets: Book Three

Can two Doms open their hearts again for a young man desperately in need of their help?

Two years ago, Aaron Greene and Sam Thompson were devastated when their submissive broke the contract that bound the three of them together. They still wonder what happened and whether they can find a way to move forward. When Aaron finds a sick young man by the curbside, his protective instincts kick in, and after consulting Sam, he takes Tim home.

After being thrown out of his home, Tim Waterman finds himself on the street, doing whatever he needs to survive. Until a bear of a Good Samaritan scoops him up and saves him. Then one bear becomes two, and a chance discovery gets him thinking about what might be, if he’s bold enough to make a move.

So what happens when Aaron and Sam wake up one morning to find Tim naked in their bed? Will they get a new chance at life, or will history Threepeat itself?

We would like to thank our team of beta readers, for keeping us on our toes as usual. Thank you for everything—we couldn’t do this without you.

Chapter One

June, 2016

“ARE YOU mad at the computer?” Sam Thompson asked his lover, Aaron Greene, who was seated in his study, banging away on his keyboard, muttering to himself. Sam couldn’t miss the low grumbling that reached him all the way to the kitchen and had come downstairs to investigate.

Judging by Aaron’s complete disregard, Sam figured he hadn’t heard a word. Aaron paused, ran a hand through his dark brown hair, then went back to hammering the keyboard with a vengeance.

“What’s the laptop ever done to you?” Sam said with a snicker.

Without looking up Aaron grumbled something, which Sam knew contained more than a few curse words.

“Care to repeat that?” Sam chuckled. “Because one, I want to be sure you said what I think you said, and two, I want you to feel ashamed for using that language in the first place.” He tut-tutted. “Shame on you.”

Aaron slammed the cover on the laptop, hard enough that Sam winced, then lifted it off his lap, glared at it, then tossed it onto the couch beside him, where it landed with a soft whump.

Sam was not impressed. “I don’t care how pissed off you are. Don’t take your mood out on the hardware.”

Aaron leaned back against the padded chair, scrubbed a hand over his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

“Okay, that’s better. Now what’s going on?”

Aaron let out a heavy sigh. “I’m writing to a client. I had all the plans done—six weeks of work, mind you, to get them exactly the way his wife wanted. So the plans are done, she okayed them, but now she’s thinking she wants to go in a different direction.” He got up, moved away from the desk, and began pacing, flinging out his arms to punctuate his sentences. “Originally they wanted ultramodern, with black stainless steel appliances, an in-kitchen breakfast nook, and a library with built-in shelves. Plus a lounge with room enough for an ultrawide large-screen television, an office for him and her, oh, and something more ‘whimsical’ for the kids, who, by the way, are nearly seventeen. I worked my arse off trying to sort out the details, get estimates for the work, find the right kit to satisfy their requirements, and get it done within the allotted time span.”

Sam wanted to tell Aaron he had no business taking on all that extra work, but bit his tongue. With the dark circles under Aaron’s eyes, the coffee he’d been drinking by the potful, and the stress of juggling so many different things at once, Sam knew better.


Aaron scowled. “He just called me to say, guess what? She’s changed her mind.” His eyes glinted. “Now she no longer wants ultramodern. Instead she wants something French provincial, with an open, airy design that will let all kinds of light in because she read somewhere that children needed more sun.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Sam murmured.

Aaron nodded. “I agree. And I could make it work, too, but there’s just one teeny tiny problem. They still want it by the original date, and he doesn’t seem to understand why that’s not possible.” He came to a halt at the window and dropped into the straight-backed chair beside it, staring out at the street below.

Sam stepped up behind Aaron and kneaded his shoulders. They were tight with the tension that was part and parcel of Aaron putting in so many hours designing and refurbishing homes.

“What do you think about getting out of the house and taking a break? We could go to the club, see a few people, and forget the worries of the day.”

Aaron groaned and leaned into the firm grip. He tilted his head back and rested it on Sam’s stomach, staring up. Sam smiled down at his partner. He loved it when Aaron leaned on him. It seldom happened, and he wanted to enjoy it while he could.

Sadly, this time it didn’t last long either. Aaron pulled away, got up, and went over to the couch to grab the laptop. He sat back down at the desk and continued typing his letter, losing none of the attitude.

“Whispers closed, remember? They sold it to new owners, and it’s in the process of being renovated.” He gave a wistful sigh and glanced back at the computer. “I wish they had talked to me. I had some ideas for that place.”

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